User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-3135907-20160426063125

The woodland was clear and refreshing, like a stream of water to a parched tongue. Feffle's pace became easy and carefree; gone was the harrowed, nervous wreck that had first embarked through the tunnels on a mad dash for freedom. He was a changed hare.

Dogbane came back, panting. "Cap'n Serrano, I don't see 'em anywheres! They must o' given us th' slip somewheres up a'ead!"